Not long after...The black sports car finally came to a halt on a dimly lit street corner, creeping silently among the shadows of frail, aging buildings. Lucas switched off the V8 engine. Instantly, the oppressive silence of the isolated industrial area on the West side of the city swallowed the fading roar of the engine.The stench of rust, rotting mud, and heavy humidity instantly stung his nose as Lucas stepped out. The place indicated by Richard Vance genuinely looked like a dead zone—an abandoned slaughterhouse complex surrounded by rusted corrugated iron fences and dangling, decayed chains.However, contrary to what one would expect from a blood-letting ground belonging to the largest criminal syndicate, not a single muscular guard or armed man patrolled the outside. There were no checkpoints, and no surveillance cameras glowed on the weathered corners of the roof. It was as if the place were truly just an empty, forgotten building.Lucas was not fooled in the slightest. His ex

Lucas stood at the threshold, sweeping his gaze across every corner of the underground Colosseum without a single hint of surprise. The roaring chaos of the hellish pit below couldn't even manage to shake his ice-calm expression.He tilted his head slightly toward the one-eyed youth beside him, then gently patted Goro's shoulder."Thanks for bringing me here, Goro," Lucas said calmly, his voice soft yet radiating genuine firmness. "Your guidance has been very helpful."Goro chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked Lucas up and down. "Save your thanks for when you're still breathing after your first match, friend."Knowing full well that the sharply dressed man's ultimate goal was to fight immediately and break through to the upper ranks of the Colosseum, Goro flicked his hand, signaling Lucas to follow him as he turned into a dimly lit side corridor."Follow me. If you're really serious about gambling with your life tonight, we need to pass through the administra

Lucas's cold, silent utterance did not trigger burning anger at all; instead, it provoked a much louder burst of laughter from Martin. His raspy chuckle echoed throughout the entire preparation balcony, laden with absolute contempt."Hahahah!" Martin roared, beating his rock-hard chest. "Talk about bleeding to someone holding the thirty-ninth position?!""Brat, I've sat in this position for months without a single piece of trash managing to displace me! This rank is carved with blood and skulls, not with a big mouth wearing a neat suit like yours!"Martin swept his dismissive gaze across the room, spat once more onto the steel floor, and then completely shifted his attention away from Lucas. In his opinion, entertaining the chatter of a newcomer who hadn't yet smelled the bloody sand of the Colosseum would only waste his energy.He stared straight at Goro, his eyes narrowing wildly like a hungry wolf eager to tear apart its prey."Enough with the babbling, Goro!" Martin snapped, the s

Every pair of eyes in the underground Colosseum stands instantly fixed on the figure slowly descending the stone stairs. The sight was utterly surreal, even by the standards of a den of vice that routinely served up madness every single night.Amidst the blood-soaked sand and rusted iron bars, Lucas walked with absolute calm. His black suit was impeccably tailored, his white shirt stiff without a single crease, and his leather shoes gleamed, reflecting the dim glare of the spotlights. There was no chest guard, no wrapping of iron chains, not even a single scar on his skin.The moment he stepped past the iron gate, a wave of laughter, mocking jeers, and insulting whistles instantly erupted from tens of thousands of spectators in the tiered stands!"Hahahahaha! What the hell is that?!" roared a plump spectator in the front row, spilling the remainder of his drink downward. "Has this arena run out of fighters that it's now fetching a young executive fresh from the office?!""Hey, Suit Bo

Lucas's cold words, uttered so casually, instantly exploded like a time bomb amidst the silence of the stands!"CRAZY! HE IS TRULY CRAZY!" screamed a spectator in the front row, slapping his own forehead until it turned red."In the middle of this arena of hell, he isn't just toying with a top-50 ranker, but he's openly daring him to hit his suit?!""Does he not know who he's provoking?!" roared another bettor, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets. "The Giant is a monster who once took down ten fighters at once until their bones were pulverized! The moment that sledgehammer touches his suit fabric, his entire body's organs will surely be crushed into mush!""Insanely arrogant! This is no longer just confidence, this is god-level haughtiness!""But wait... what if he actually can withstand it?!" whispered a veteran fighter with a trembling voice. "You saw it yourselves, didn't you?! From the beginning, not a single one of us could read the limits of his abilities!"Waves of sho